I’ll Have A Heart Melt On Rye

This week, Scott threw his back out.  Which sucks.  Except then this happened:

He’d been laid up for a day or so, and she asked for what had to have been the thousandth time for him to come play with her.  Again, he declined (though I kind of love the way it so clearly pains him to say no to her) again explaining:  “My back hurts, Tiny.  I don’t feel good.”  Only this time it clicked.

“Your back hurts Daddy?  Well, I can help, I’m a Doctor!” she proudly proclaimed, and then promptly headed off to her room to grab her “Doctor Box.”

For a few minutes, it was kind of like his back didn’t hurt any more.  And I was reduced to a ridiculous puddle of mush, so there was that.

Did you hear how Mark-Paul Gosselaar called Saved By The Bell “not a great show”?  Well, I did, and it offended me, and I wrote about it for MamaPop.

Feed Me Seymour

  5 comments for “I’ll Have A Heart Melt On Rye

  1. CrissieC
    June 8, 2012 at 6:30 am

    @the818 this melts the cockles of my heart! Soooo cute!!

  2. souphead
    June 8, 2012 at 7:24 am

    OMG! tears from the sweetness

  3. StayingSaneHome
    June 11, 2012 at 7:15 am

    Too sweet!  Love it when they show compassion.  Even if it is just to get their playmate back on his feet. :)
     

  4. the818
    June 19, 2012 at 8:45 am

    @emiogapresents Aw, thank you! :)

    • emiogapresents
      June 19, 2012 at 8:48 am

      @the818 you’re most welcomed; lovely post

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